Prompt: Person A of your otp eats too much and gets a stomach ache, and Person B comforts them.

Lovino walked in his apartment, feeling absolutely miserable. He wanted to throw up. But for some reason, he couldn't. That was the worst feeling in the world...

He groaned and collapsed face-first onto his bed, holding his stomach. It was making weird, gross noises... What the hell...?

"Lovi, I'm home~!" A piercing voice called from the other room (probably the living room or kitchen, he didn't care which, dammit). "Are you here?"

"Here, bastard." he grunted.

Antonio appeared in the doorway, beaming as usual. "Hola! How was the party?"

Lovi groaned again in response. Toni's smile immediately disappeared.

"Lo siento, mi amor!"

"Don't fucking speak Spanish..."

Toni ignored him and sat on the bed. "What happened?"

"M-my belly hurts." Lovi whispered, blushing pink. "Think I ate too much of that bastard's cooking..."

Suddenly Toni looked at him in horror. "Not Arthur's cooking?!"

"Fuck no. I'm not suicidal."

Toni paused for a moment, thinking. Lovi watched him, and his eyelids grew heavy... God, if only he could fall asleep and feel better when he woke up...

"Did you try going to the bathroom?"

"...just embarrassing the fucking heck out of me."

"I'm trying to make you feel better." Toni said indignantly, frowning. Lovi really needed a swear jar; now was the wrong time to say it though.

"I-I did." Lovino licked his lips and swallowed. "It didn't help."

Toni stood up and the younger man looked at him pitifully. "Wait! Don't leave me, bastard. Where are you going?"

Toni disappeared into the hallway.

"Antonio!" Lovi wailed, trying and failing to sit up. He moaned and clutched his stomach again.

Toni returned with a glass of water. His other hand was cupped around something else too. When he opened it, Lovi saw it was two fat white pills. His face paled.

"No--fuck no, I hate medicine--"

"Lovi."

"You can't make me--"

"Lovi, just shut up and take them."

Lovino stared at his boyfriend in mild shock. Then, grimacing, he took the pills and painfully gulped them down.

Toni smiled warmly. He was proud of him: he thought he'd have to force them down his throat! Oh well. "Do you want something to help you go to the--?"

"No, dammit!"

"Okay, okay." Toni smiled. "Now take off your shirt."

Lovi made a face but did so. Toni's smile got wider.

"Good." He kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt too. Then he climbed a bit clumsily on the bed and pulled Lovino to his warm, bare chest.

Lovi squeaked.

Toni smiled and ignored how attracted to him he was right now, at how vulnerable his usually-not-vulnerable boyfriend was.

"Comfy?"

"My tummy still hurts, idiot." Lovi huffed moodily, blushing

"Ah yes." Toni said wisely. He shifted slightly and rubbed his boyfriend's sore belly.

"...better, love?"

Lovino's voice was breathy. "Y-yeah."

His breathing hitched. Toni was proud of that too.